| - Man I Feel Like A Woman ok!!!! hopefully the hardest part of the year is now over. 
i had my hissy fit back in the beginning of July and since then i've had some of my most intimate internal parts picked, poked and prodded by some of Connecticut's best. on Friday they took it one step farther and cut away at them. i'd love to say right now that THAT is the end of THAT, but i won't know yet for probably a couple of months. somethings i will have answers for by the end of the week, and others have to wait to heal to be re-tested. *sits here shaking my head* despite having to wait for that amount of time i'm incredibly optimistic.
why? because everything went either according to plan or better than anticipated. i felt like crap when i woke up from surgery Friday afternoon. that was anticipated. unfortunately me developing a fever immediately post surgery wasn't 100% anticipated so they kept me over night.  it was a possibility but i was hoping for the one-day option as my insurance deductible dramatically increases from one-day to hospital stay.  by late Friday night i was beginning to feel better. after having slept most of Friday away, i was very, very awake. fortunately in my groggy haze when they moved me to a room i asked for the TV to be turned on which, of course, costs more money and you have to have a certain person come up with a key to do just that. if i had waited til i was actually awake and alive i would have been tv-less all night and really would have gone out of my mind.
so i managed to keep myself from going crazy by watching television. i managed to have my cell phone taken away from me because the nurse just happened to be walking by at around 11 when i turned it on to read and listen to my messages. should have put some black tape over that front display. it's apparently quite bright in a darkened room. live and learn. 
i woke up Saturday morning feeling pretty damn good. cramping gone, stitches not itching or achy, and i wanted to eat. unfortunately what they offered me to eat just managed to be disgusting enough to kill my appetite for anything but junk food. i got snagged walking down to the vending machines to find some real food. i was told in no uncertain terms "anything in those machines is NOT on your dietary plan!!" i responded with "anything on that tray isn't fit for dietary consumption!!!"  also based on what they were charging me, i really should have been offered filet w/ shrimp instead of cold oatmeal, decaf, and some jello. after that i was looking for any window opening i could manage to have a cigarette out of. something was mentioned about me not leaving until the anesthesia was out of me for 24 hours until i could leave. i was awake. i wasn't crampy, i wasn't bleeding, my stitches were clear of any oozing, i was alert. but NOOOOOOO lets keep the girl trapped here until 3. let's manage to keep her here so we can feed her a crappy lunch so she gets her money's worth. so i stayed there as their captive audience, no cell phone, no smokes, no Coca-Cola or Arizona Iced Tea, staring at the clock, waiting for my release time. and i am SURE those nurses were VERY HAPPY to see me go.
i'm happy to say that while before i was confident in my surgeon, seeing how well i'm doing post surgery, i am thrilled with this man. he did an excellent job in making me feel secure w/ his decisions of how to handle this and how he did handle it. promptly, w/ excellent surgical skills IMO. i feel like i can move, do stuff, not be achy or crampy. i'm sure that i'll have good days and bad days as i recover. depending on what the biopsies show depends on what meds i have to take afterwards. i'll deal with that as it comes. for now i'm just happy that surgery went well, that i still have a uterus, and that i feel pretty damn good.
i really couldn't ask for more.  |
